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"Still not coming?"
"Could it be that I swiped away just now by mistake, or is the Wusheng Sword Mother so capable of hiding and enduring?"
Looking at the fierce Sword Qi that had suddenly risen and then vanished atop the mountain peak, Yi Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of hostility, deciding to add a bit more intensity.
At this moment.
The commotion in front of Kunxu Mountain had already attracted the attention of Jianxie Sect cultivators. Some soared into the sky, sweeping their divine consciousness across heaven and earth, eventually fixing upon the majestic figure of the purple and gold Daoist at the foot of the mountain.
"Who goes there, fellow Daoist? Why stir up a baseless conflict and trespass on the boundaries of Jianxie Sect?" A black-and-white-robed elder with a black longsword strapped to his back stepped forward, emitting a spiritual pressure of one who had entered the True Monarch realm.
